#CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS TAG ORIGINALLY

[riverblujay]

HAPPY ARO WEEK EVERYONE shout out to the axmurph household for creating aro d&d characters of all time (moonshine cybin and riz gukgak)

[alilloserboy]

Diversity win! I’m trans and going to kill you!!!

[junkmailmusubi]

hey rd tumblr. i'm back. is this anything

[arttsuka]

*insert caption*

[pandemieinverse]

ignore the anatomy is horrible, i know it alright? alright. i haven't been doing too hot when it comes to art rn. Edit: Tried to fix it a little bit. Better than what it was, but still not very good.

This is Luca, a little guy with a really weird gender, but for their online persona, they're a feminine boy (not like they consider that an incorrect descriptor anyway!). They're a quite popular streamer on Twitch and widely known on Donnarose, but is more known for his outfits and appearance than his gaming skills. He's not bad, just average. Mostly plays RPGs and Visual Novels :) she's trying to get into art, with the help of her friend called Jayce. Also sells explicit pictures of herself as a secret side job.

While expressive during streams, they're shy in real life. It's most obvious when she gets invited to events, or someone recognizes her on the streets. Also gets easily distracted, their diet consists of delivery and instant noodles because otherwise they will forget they're cooking and burn their food. :(

They're ok with any pronouns and doesn't have a preference! She/her, they/them, it/its, he/him, and even some neos. It's mostly used to he/him though, since that's what people use on them the most, but doesn't mind the occasional change.

Also if you're attracted to them you're gay, regardless of your own gender. /lh

[starchivist]

Baby Kenobi

i don’t know how to write serious summaries/synopses, so you get this: obi-wan gets ambushed with the daughter he didn’t know he fathered while she’s roaming the galaxy looking for mama in a sort of reverse finding nemo. shenanigans and accidental fix-its ensue.

warning for below the cut: none that i can think of, aside from an extremely confused narrator

Stitchup hates everything about this.

“Look, sir, we’re just travelers,” he insists to the trio of bounty hunters, simultaneously glad for and resenting that this mission required he be in civilian clothes and not his plastoid shell. Behind him, General Kenobi is calm and still, letting Stitchup be the focus of the standoff. After all, Stitchup might have a face that’s repeated by a few billion others, but that can be fixed with a bit of contouring — and the hunters are from a race of sentients that are wired more for overarching shapes than small details, meaning his voice is the thing most likely to give him away as a clone in this situation. Jedi High General Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the other hand — his face is far more singular, and his accent is very distinct, which means he has a much higher chance of being recognized if he speaks up.

The hunters buzz, clearly unconvinced. “Sure,” the lead hunter says, the translator at their throat crackling faintly. “Listen, bucko, you can’t seriously think we’re that stupid. General Kenobi’s ship crashed here, and I can’t think of any other reason for a clone trooper to be here. Can you?”

Motherfucker. He’s been suppressing his accent, dammit! “I’m not a trooper,” he tries, knowing his General is about to do something idiotic if he can’t de-escalate and get them out of here. “I’m just a traveling doctor,” he says levelly. “That’s all.”

The lead hunter buzzes again, derision dripping from their stance. They take a step closer—

“Papa,” a young voice says, and only sheer professionalism save Stitchup from jumping about a mile in the air. He turns to see a small humanoid girl trotting up to General Kenobi with Great Purpose, going right up to him and tugging on his sleeve. “Papa,” she says again, a soft, chirping rumble beneath her voice. “I can’t find the right tools — they’re all for droids ‘n engines.”

To Stitchup’s utter shock, General Kenobi doesn’t miss a single beat before playing along, bending down to meet the girl and chirping back.

“That’s alright, Anate,” he says gently, his Coruscanti accent somehow completely gone and replaced with something else. “We’ll just keep looking, yes?” Then he makes this — crooning, trilling sound, and the girl responds in kind with a warbling purr.

“Okay,” the girl says, reaching out her arms when General Kenobi stands in the universal request to be picked up. Again, General Kenobi plays along as flawlessly as if the two of them had rehearsed this beforehand, scooping her into his arms and settling her against his chest with a quiet “Hup!” She makes another purring noise, shuffling as best as she can to get more comfortable, then finally turns her attention to Stitchup and the bounty hunters. “Hi,” she says, peering at the hunters past thick, feathery white hair that covers half her face. “Are you policemen?”

The droning buzz of the hunters is, this time, very clearly uncomfortable. “Policemen,” the hunter on the left echoes carefully, stepping forward and crouching, their blaster holstered in the same movement. “Sorry, kid, my translator doesn’t recognize that. Wanna tell me what that means?”

[starlightkun]

🎶🛌

[technicangels]

i fucking forgot to post this one. anyway bastard’s oc lambda i drew for his bday <3

[tom-is-online]

firstly hi, im the toya side story person. i do hate the fact that akito punched toya. i dont think anything really justifies violence. but enas is implied to be much more frequent! And sibling fights are whatever.

but u cant ignore the fact that some people may just not like ena because of this repeated pattern. i understand that the person in the tags was trying to explain enas behavior, not justify it. but unless its been retconned in a way i forgot, pale color says shinei only really started telling ena that she couldnt be an artist w/o talent when ena was looking at highschools, so its not like ena was fresh into middle school when her father rejected her dreams. akito when faced with insecurity didnt physically lash out at ena as far as im aware of. saying that she lashed out at him just bc he was nearby and improving in his own field doesnt really change a lot imo. just because siblings use each other as an outlet for stress doesnt mean everyone has to be comfy with it. plus, when akito describes the scratching, he mentions dodging the thrown objects and the scratches being hard to avoid if shes near, which leads me to believe that akito was trying to avoid a fight instead of a sibling brawl

im not calling this abuse, by any means, nor am i suggesting that ena shld have magically spawned healthy coping mechanisms. Im just trying to suggest a possibility that ena scratching akito may not have made her likable with some people, given the repetition and akitos lack of involvement in enas insecurity. everyone has different boundaries on what they think is okay. anyways i am happy to continue discussing this tho, i really liked hearing a diff perspective :) and if i missed anything from the stories, i really am sorry

original post

I understand what you're getting at, but I wanna just clear up some stuff with it

Akito and Toya became friends about two years before the main story (both 14), which means Ena was in the last year of Middle School when they met. Ena would have been looking at High Schools at the time, so the timelines with that add up with her emotional state due to her father. And since then, Ena has clearly stopped doing this to Akito

I understand the "it was a repetitive occurrence" argument but she was clearly not in the right headspace to be rational and considerate whilst having breakdowns, she was 15 and mentally unwell, and she's not gonna act in a rational way

Even if it was hypothetically before her last year of middle school.

SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO OLDER THAN 15 have you met a pair of siblings 14 and younger? esp with personalities like the Shinonomes

Akito likely wouldn't have fought back against Ena in the same way because he's clearly always been very athletic meaning to me if he tried to fight her back. He would probably just win and he doesn't want to just kick her when she's already down.

Anon (and other people who make this argument) I am just so curious if you're an only child and if not what your siblings are like. I don't have a sister but I have a brother one year younger than me and we fought all of the time until we were like 15-16, me and my brother are both very hot-headed people esp at that age. Siblings just do that, so being so uncomfortable with the concept of siblings fighting that you hate Ena just feels so much like you don't understand typical sibling behaviour

If you're uncomfortable with the fact a 15-year-old had fights with her brother whilst she was likely mentally unwell or below the age of 15 and continue to hold this to them until they are 17-18 when they no longer do this

whilst also excusing Akito for what he did in the main story because it was a "one-off"

idk, man.

the argument is about liking Akito and not Ena. If you can hate Ena for being ~15 and mentally unwell whilst scratching Akito but not hate Akito for punching Toya at 16 and that being a MAJOR PLOT POINT whilst Ena's isn't.

it just feels like you can't understand the nuance behind someone doing something negative when they have bad mental health or you don't have siblings and don't understand how siblings like the Shinonomes would act in a situation such as theirs.

Or someone just gives the male characters way more leniency than the female characters

anyway. i do understand people have diff boundaries. but giving Akito leniency on violent behaviour and not ena for actions she did years ago. you can understand how this is a red flag

idk if i have anything else to say about the matter without going in circles

anyway. theyre great i love them

[tigerbears]

Hello there!

You can call me TigerBear.

I’m a 20s something trans-girl who's only been on tumblr for over a year

I mostly just do reblogs, and just random stuff but I'll also post links to my fanfics so keep an eye for that! (Only been one so far, but lots of folks seem to enjoy it xD)

Expect my fics to mostly be UT and DR fics... Same with posts.... Just a lot of UT/DR related reblogs and post, but you'll also see a few posts related to other games I like or things that catch my fancy. (E.G, I've reentered the doctor who fandom after like 4-5 years)

Aiming for the blog to be SFW/Minor friendly but y'know, I'm still an adult and stuff. Might reblog stuff with swearing. May also reblog SFW posts from NSFW blogs/"Minors DNI or do not follow" blogs, but I don't usually follow these blogs and will likely not touch their risky stuff. TL;DR this blog be safe, can't guarantee the same from those I reblogged.

Guess I can talk about some things about myself.

I’m a trans-girl lesbian who goes by she/her pronouns.

I'm also neurodivergent (autistic specifically) so if I act differently/misunderstand things that's why. I'm sorry my brain just be running differently.

I’m likely suffering from chronic Asriel and Noelle brain rot. I want goat boy to get a happy ending and love the Trans Noelle head-canon. Shipper of Suselle (Susie/Noelle) and Dessriel (Dess/Asriel). (Oh and of course Alphyne (Alphys/Undyne) but I'm not obsessed with the pair like Suselle and Dessriel. Alphyne's still cute though!) Also opened asks! (but don't really know what I'll do with them, and don't expect quick responses, especially bc I’m the shy type of trans-femme. Also, keep the discourse crap away from me.)

Haven't gotten a lot of asks so I just opened the anonymous ones. (Note: This is on thin ice. I may turn off anonymous asks if I change my mind and realize it's a mistake. I already turned off messaging from people I don't follow because I kept getting incomprehensible bot messages.)

If I ever reblog something that's "WIP "a mess of the original post's tags" it means I f--ked up and forgot to remove the wip tags when the post was in my drafts. Please let me know so I can fix it.

Standard DNI: (note realize it got too long with my explanations so I put the longer ones in a separate footnote post. You can find it at the bottom of the DNI list.)

DNI if you hold

transphobia/TERF beliefs. are homophobia or queerphobia in general. exclusionary towards enbys, transmascs, transfemmes, aro & or ace, intersex, & or other folks/identities. are a transmed/truscum, & or any other gatekeeping/invalidation type. racist. xenophobe. Islamophobe. ableist. or are discriminatory in any other way.

Religious fundamentalist, Militant Atheists, or anyone cant respect other people's religious/areligious beliefs. (Its ok to criticize religious people that are being bigoted/harming others, or parasitic cults abusing and leaching off of their members though. Just don't interact if you say stuff like "All religious people are mentally ill" or "all people of X religion are bigots/terrible".)

(can't believe I have to say this) DNI if you ship "those ships." Y'know, the ones which involve some form of i*nest or p*dophilia. (Fontcest, Chasriel, Frans, Lancer/Susie,) Just generally do not interact if you ship any of those "yikes" ships. I don't want my posts to be associated with these accounts if they reblog my posts or whatever. (Footnote 01)

Ralsei's resemblance to Asriel makes Kralsei concerning, but for now (for now and only for now) it just barely gets a pass because we don't fully know what Ralsei is, but future reveals may push Kralsei shippers into the DNI category. Still not touching the ship due to Ralsei's concerning resemblance to Asriel. If its revealed Ralsei's the personification of Kris's familial love for their brother or something, and you still ship Kralsei do not interact. You won't be punished for shipping Kralsei before the reveal though; I'd just see you in a similar light to those who shipped Luke and Leia before ROTJ. Even in the best case scenario though the ship is going to feel weird to me though just because of the resemblance to Asriel. (Footnote 02)

Please tag your anti-ship posts as anti-[shipname], or I will likely block you, especially if you just tag the ship name. When I follow the Suselle tag I'm looking for everything but Anti-Suselle posts. (Footnote 03)

If your posts look like that of a p*rn bot I'll likely block you.

DNI FOOTNOTES IN THIS POST! GO HERE FOR ELABORATION!

Here are the tags I use for my own stuff. " ([On Blog]=on my stylized blog.) ([On Tumblr]=Tumblr's default interface.)

#reblog [On Blog] [On Tumblr] For all the posts I reblog.

#queue [On Blog] [On Tumblr] For all the posts in my queue (which are just reblogs)

#posts from tigerbear's tumblr [On Blog] [On Tumblr] (Or) #my posts [On Blog] [On Tumblr] (Or) #tigerbears posts [On Blog] [On Tumblr] Stuff that's from me (or reblogs which have comments from me.) Pretty much "tigerbears posts" is going to be anything past the 25th or 26th of April 2024 (because I'm not going back to change all of my past tags.)

#tag that are like posts from tigerbear's tumblr [On Blog] [On Tumblr] Basically similar to posts from tiger bear except their reblogs and the new content is only in the tags. (I don't use this tag often/probably ever btw)

#Upsetting-Triggering [On Blog] [On Tumblr] For the very few posts/reblogs that are potentially upsetting, E.G talking about stuff like wars or LGBTQ+ rights being stripped away, general transphobic stuff, ect. (I usually come to tumblr for escapism, so if you feel the same way add it to filtered tags so you at least get the warning pop up before seeing it)

#stupid discourse crap [On Blog] [On Tumblr] I hate discourse. But sometimes the discourse comes to me even though I don't want it. If you don't want to deal with that stupid crap on this horrible website than block this tag.

Here's the link to my YT channel even though I've so far not posted anything!

Here's my AO3 too! Even though so far I've only posted one fic!

I also have a pronouns.page

Anyway I hope you enjoy my blog!

[aka-indulgence]

Jewel of jewels

In which the reader (if you choose to step into the self-insert shoes) gets abducted by a dragon.

I’m. I’m just a fan of “dragon steals you to make you part of his treasure hoard” idea sfhjsdks

(Male dragon, female reader)

AKA the rare original idea (meaning: not fandom related, also actually not rare because I think about original ideas too but this is one time I have the motivation to actually write it)

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...

The ground... it feels hard. Your body aches a little. You groan a little as you touch your back. And is that rock under you?

You open your eyes a little, slowly becoming as wide as saucers as you take in the environment around you. Quickly, you push yourself off the ground to look, ignoring the slight scratches on your hands as they push against small pebbles.

You’re... in a cave?

It’s enormous, giant stalagmites and stalactites in the distance. Somehow, the cave seems to be illuminated by something, and it feels warm in here.

You move again, startling when you knock into something, turning to see... coins?

Gold coins littered around you, the emblem on them unfamiliar to you. You even see some other shiny things in the scarce piles around you (that no doubt had more value than your home), necklaces, rings...?

You stand up, walking towards the light source, where the ceilings are patterned with golden shimmering... only to immediately stumble, falling forwards on your hands. You were on the ledge, high above the ground of the cavern you see, but also:

The cave was brimming with gold, jewels, ornaments- treasure far grander than you could’ve ever imagined. There were mountains of coins, some a different color. You can see the twinkling of different jewels, red, green, blue, even one that seemed to have the colors of the rainbow.

You could barely see the cavern floors, that’s how much treasure you saw.

“W... what?” you say, your echo fading away, your voice too small to fill the cave- the size of which made you goosebump. “Where...? How? Why?”

You step back, your head spinning. You look behind, and it seems this ledge is jutting out of the cave walls- there’s nowhere to go.

“Why.... am I here...?” you say, your voice small. You can’t seem to remember anything-

“Princess...”

You scream, falling on your back. The voice was so immense, it felt as if the cave shook with it. You could feel it vibrating through the ground as something warm washed over you.

You turn to look- and what you saw struck such fear into your heart that any sound you would’ve made froze.

Near the back of the ledge, you were staring into large amber and red eyes, its gaze piercing you.

“You seem speechless, my dear.”

He had dark scales, armored plating covering his body. It shimmered slightly, reflecting the gold. You were as tall as his snout, and his blades for teeth were as big as your torso. He had ridged, wavy horns that pointed backwards from his head. Huge folded wings. You can’t see exactly how large his body was (you were too petrified to even think of going near the ledge to check), but you could see his forked tail in the distance, swishing back and forth almost playfully like a snake, the sound of gentle whipping in the air.

You think it was safe to say he’s giant.

The dragon chuckles, the sound like a rumbling volcano.

“Do you like what you see, princess?”

You finally find the urgency to move again when the dragon brings his head closer to you, the small movement making the earth shake.

You shuffle backwards as fast as you could, sentences failing to form.

“Wh-what, who?!”

Your fingers feel cold, your face feels cold. You scream again when something big thuds behind you, the dragon having put his claws behind you, stopping you from moving any further.

The dragon shook his head. You could see his horrid teeth forming a menacing grin. “I can see you are frightened, poor little thing. To answer your question, I am a dragon, and I’ve brought you to my lair. Don’t you remember the mountains...?”

The mountains?

The mountains...

...

It was a nice sunny day. Clouds dotting the skies.

A group of villagers decided to search for the “Dragon’s Hoard”, a legend no doubt been spoken about countless time, not just in your village. There were rumors that one of legends was in a mountain near the village. A foolish knight had come and gathered a group of men to go with him on this quest, including someone you knew.

“No, please, just come back home!”

Your childhood friend, bless his soul, was always the one to look for adventure, no matter what sort of trouble he might’ve gotten into. It was almost like he was testing the reaper himself. Dragon or no dragon, you knew the quest was too dangerous even for knights. If there was no dragon, the mountain will surely prove to be too grueling for everyone involved. Yes, the people of your village have scaled it... but never past a point.

“This could be big for us! We’ll no longer be a simple village, we’ll be richer than kings and queens, haha!”

“That won’t happen if you lose your life! Please just come home! If it truly is a dragon’s hoard, you surely won’t live long enough for the treasure to matter!”

Despite your own words, you followed them just past the point your people usually ventured. The knight had found you annoying, evidently, and while the people from your village defended you, they also insisted on pressing on.

“Then what are you going to do about the dragon, Mr. Knight? Are you going to vanquish it with your needle?”

“Peasant woman, you don’t know how us knights have been trained. We know how to kill an oversized beast.”

And then the unthinkable happened.

A large shadow had emerged from behind the mountain. No one realized what it was until it was too late.

“D... DRAGON-!!”

No one even had the time to prepare. In the moment a village man shouted the word, he was upon you. A roar that cracked the skies made everyone freeze in their spots, and then...

And then all you could remember was screaming, as the ground receded further and further away from you as you were taken ever higher.

The... the dragon... he took you.

“Ah. So you do remember me after all.”

The dragon’s slit pupils tightened a bit, locking onto the small movement of you bringing your knees closer to your chest, as you try to shrink as best you could.

“W... why...” your voice felt quieter than a whisper after the dragon spoke. “Why have you brought me here, oh great dragon?”

The dragon made a sort of growling sound- if you thought his voice shook you, the sounds coming from deep in his throat was an earthquake. He blows a small ring of smoke around you.

“I know you have heard dragon stories, little one.” the dragon hummed. “Surely, you know the one where the dragon keeps the princess in the tower...?”

You have. But that doesn’t explain anything to you.

“Yes... but I-I’m not a princess...”

You see more of his white teeth exposed. Is that... a smirk?

“Oh my dear, did something happen to you while you were asleep? First you forget who I am, the next you don’t realize you’re a princess... whatever am I to do with a cute little thing like you?”

“Y-you must be mistaken!” You try to explain. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I-I’m not a princess. I live in a village near the mountain. I’m not the princess you seek, I’m sorry...”

The dragon seems to pause for a moment, as if taking in the information.

Oh no... have you disappointed him with the truth-?

“You are the one who’s mistaken, princess.” The dragon purrs. It sounded like he... seems to have taken a liking to you? “Aren’t princesses beautiful women who take your breath away? You cannot lie to me in the hopes of being released.”

“I-I’m not royalty, I don’t have a crown-!”

“I care not for a crown on your head, little pet.” the dragon scoffs. “I have countless of crowns and medals and gold more than any human can fathom. If I wanted a crown, i would take the crown, not the human who owns it.”

“S... so why take... me?” You look up at the dragon helplessly, the fear lingering but confusion clouds your mind.

The dragon laughs, a low, rolling rumble.

“My dear. As a dragon, I have a fondness for treasures... everything that’s beautiful. So beautiful that it corrupts weak minds with greed... I am that greed. When I see something precious, I take it here, to my hoard. And you, princess... what are princesses but someone precious, someone more precious than even the most valuable jewel...?”

You squeak, scrambling away as the dragon turns his claws, moving them as if to cup you. You hear it again- that growling sound. You see his mouth stretching into another smile.

“I have seen many humans seek my hoard. None have ever come close. Even when there was only but a small hill of gold, I witnessed kings attempt to find my treasure trove. Anyone that came close, I burned to nothing but ashes. Few I let survive to tell the tale. There are others like me who have done the same, making those poor humans confused with many tales of dragons, where you can’t tell which is real and which was fabricated...”

The dragon turns his head, bringing one eye closer to you, as it looked like he was drinking your image.

“But I. I am luckier than the others.” The dragon said. “None of them have the fortune of finding such a precious little thing like you.”

The dragon’s claws twitched closer to you. You can’t move, you can’t look away from the dragon’s eye.

“I see people. I hear people who come for my treasures. And I saw you. Sweet little thing. You didn’t want treasure. You only wanted everyone to be safe... you knew how deadly this ‘adventure’ would be. I saw how tired you were... yet you followed those men, same as the others- unprepared for a dragon.

As soon as I saw you, I knew you had to be mine, and mine alone. Humans don’t know how to take care of a treasure like a dragon does. So I came for you. I came to claim the precious gem that had unwittingly wandered into my domain.”

Your breaths were short. You swallowed thickly as it felt like your body was rooted to the ground.

You didn’t want to know, yet the question tumbled out of your mouth anyway.

“Wh... what do you intend to do with me, dragon..?”

The dragon shows off his mighty teeth again. You could almost see your face reflected in a tooth.

“As I do with the rest of my treasures, love.”

You shrieked as the dragon’s claws fell on top of you, digging into the ground like prison bars as you’re caged in. The dragon’s eye peers in, showering you in an ominous, red glow.

“You belong to me now, little one. I don’t intend on ever letting go of my precious treasures. And you, my dear... you are my most prized possession.”

[zulfurhaze]

I made this piece for National Danny Elfman Day AKA the 69th birthday of one of my favorite musicians and composers! He's such a multifaceted artist, with so many amazing projects in his long going career that I couldn't just pick one for this, even if it meant leaving many others aside

Happy birthday to him!!

[the-game-spirit]

me @ dreamworks: fight me

[transgenderdragons]

(being this handsome)UNPROVOKED?!?

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mod belongs to @spookydrawsart

bonus:

based on that one image yknow

bill belongs to @prof-byona

[vriskabot]

oh my god WHY are there so many ship tags for the ship of dave and vriska theres at LEAST 15, not counting variations of a few like. i went in the tags bc im making a bundle on xkit for when i post art bc im not about to remember FIFTEEN DIFF TAGS EVERY TIME but like. look at this mess. d8 knight, dave x vriska, daveska, davevris, davevriska, davris, davrisk, davriska, ironies in the fire, spider cider, spinning webs spinning records, strider8ite, vrisdave, vriska x dave, we8comic WHY???????? im literally making the executive decision as current sitting ceo of this ship that davris is the official tag (the top two alternatives being we8comic and  ironies in the fire in that order)

[antlered-knight]

days 30 and 31

i actually finished inktober... err last year at this point